A/N: I've already uploaded this to Fictionpress Poetry, but I felt that this would describe Bellatrix, too, in a way. I own nothing, except, of course, this poem.
d i s g u s t i n g
She smiles
It's sickening
She knows
But still,
smiles.
The screams
Echo
In her mind
The wind carrying
The helpless
(helpless)
howl
pounding
In her head.
It's summer -
that means
h o t -
but she's shivering
And it's definitely
out of f e a r.
Her hand hurts
It's bloodstained -
u g l y -
and that's probably why
(Probably).
And it hurts
And it's a distraction
And she's grateful.
It's horrifying
(Disgusting)
But she's addicted
It's a drug
A bug
An itch
A yearn -
But.
Still
(Disgusting)
Horrifying.
They didn't see
Listen
Hear
Understand
Me
She tells herself
But she knows
That that is not an excuse.
Look upon them
And
Judge
Them
Like they
Judged
You.
She smiles
It's sickening
She knows
But still,
smiles.